The Will Had a Loyalty Trap My Greedy Uncle Got NothingChapter 1

Last year, my cousin came to me in tears, begging to borrow $50,000 for his wedding. I transferred the money without hesitation.

Now his baby was already a month old, and he hadn't mentioned repaying me once.

I sent a gentle reminder on WeChat. His response?

[Sis, you're driving a Mercedes-Benz. Why do you even care about this pocket change?]

I sent him the transfer receipt and told him this was my hard-earned money.

His reply dripped with impatience:

[We're family. Talking about money ruins relationships. Stop hounding me—I'll pay you back when I have it.]

I went to my uncle to reason with him. He just played mediator:

[He's your younger cousin. What's wrong with helping him out a little?]

When I threatened to sue, my cousin exploded:

[Go ahead! Sue me! You want money? I don't have any. You want my life? Take it!]

I was already contacting a lawyer when my father called:

[Your uncle says you're driving Jarvis Clayton to suicide. Are you really going to tear this family apart over $50,000?]

Here's the thing—that $50,000 was never really about the money.

It was a test. A test to see who deserved a share of the eight replacement homes our family was entitled to.

Since they all thought I was heartless, fine.

All eight properties would go to me.

The moment that news got out, my cousin's entire family showed up at my doorstep—on their knees.

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The chat window still displayed Jarvis's last voice message, practically vibrating with hostility.

[It's just $50,000! Nag, nag, nag—it's not like I'm never paying you back. Is this really necessary?]

I kept my composure, forcing my tone to stay level.

[Jarvis, I'm not trying to pressure you. We agreed this was a loan for your wedding emergency. Your baby's already had his one-month celebration.]

[My company's cash flow is tight right now too. I scraped together that $50,000 from nothing.]

The message went through.

Silence.

I tapped open his social feed.

His latest post was from thirty minutes ago.

The photo showed a thick gold chain draped across velvet, next to a receipt from some upscale lounge.

The caption read: [Life's hard, but you gotta treat yourself sometimes. Tonight we drink till we drop, boys!]

Money for gold chains. Money for VIP lounges. But no money to repay the cousin who bailed him out?

I screenshot the post and sent it directly to him.